When you talk about your home life, I try to identify
With my own memories, childhood life was such a breeze
But now I`m slipping away from the boy my mother made
I`m growing on but I hold on to the days that made me fell so
Powerless and ignorant without a cent, without the sense to know
That one day I would have to try to survive and go

First time you gotta leave your home, second time you live alone
Third time you just don`t know, fourth time you gotta pack your life and go

On the day my father died, I was too naive to cry
Inside I was so unclear, I always thought he`s reappear
But now I`m slipping away from the lost child he made
I`m growing but I hold on to his name and to the days
Of innocence and selfishness, I find these things impossible to shake
But I won`t break, until I take, take a f**king chance and go